Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Cyprus and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing H. Thieme to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
John Cale,
Model 500,
Nico,
Pet Shop Boys,
Harry Pussy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Blancmange,
Camberwell Now,
Black Bananas,
Stiv Bators,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Parry Music,
Rakim,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cecil Taylor,
Newcleus,
June Days,
The Cowsills,
Michelle Simonal,
Delta 5,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dual Sessions,
The Pop Group,
Main Source,
John Holt,
Peter & Gordon,
Eric Dolphy,
Nik Kershaw,
Quantec,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lower 48,
Alison Limerick,
Bluetip,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Crash Course in Science,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Average White Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Standells,
Popol Vuh,
The Fall,
Porter Ricks,
Panda Bear,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Wasted Youth,
Public Image Ltd.,
Colin Newman,
Pere Ubu,
Ludus,
Scion,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sound Behaviour,
10cc,
Iggy Pop,
The Monks,
the Slits,
Amon Düül II,
Al Stewart,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Peter and Kerry,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.